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“Why you?” Brick asks, looking uncomfortable. “You’re still recovering, you don’t need to be going on any solo missions.”

“I’m recovered just fine,” I retort. “Stop worrying so much, son, or you’ll put yourself in an early grave. I’m not going to relapse, and if I do, it won’t be anytime soon. Everyone has seen to that. I’m as fit as a fiddle.”

“He’s the only one who won’t be seen as suspicious since nobody knows his face,” Selah adds, justifying why this is the only route that makes sense. “Wrecker has found him a sponsor who’s going to act as if RiffRaff is a distant cousin who hasn’t visited the town.”

“We’ll be reconnecting,” I chuckle. “It’s been a while since I’ve had myself a vacation. I think I’ve earned myself one.”

While I hate that I’ll have to leave Jillian and Kimber for any length of time, once I explain that it’s club business and what that means, I suspect she’ll understand. Of course, I’m planning to call and text her as often as possible while I’m away, especially since it’s a long ass ride in a fucking cage. Just thinking about her has a small smile playing on my face. I can’t wait for her to meet my family.

Brick sighs when he realizes I won’t be heeding his worry and staying home. “You’re an honorary member, we can’t ask you to put yourself in danger. Those days are behind you,” Brick reminds me.

As if I need to remember that dark time in my life when I didn’t always know who the fuck I was. I’m still apatchedmember even though I’m no longer the president and it’s time my son remembers that little fact.

“You aren’t asking, I’m offering. Plus, the higher beings say this is the way it has to be,” I remark.

“I don’t like it,” Brick professes. “You need to take some back up with you. Someone needs to protect your six.”

“I have connections of my own,” I express. “I know a few old timers that wouldn't mind coming out of retirement. Wouldn't even blink their eyes if I were to ask them. And for fuck’s sake, stop acting like I’ve got one foot in the grave. I’m not that fucking old, and thanks to Angel, I’m in better health than I was before I lost my mind.”

“That's what we need,” Brick mumbles. “A bunch of bored men riding the streets and painting the town.”

“Sounds like a good time to me,” I tease. There’s nothing better than raising a little bit of hell from time to time.

“Not to interrupt here,” Dragon states. “But if you’re going, RiffRaff, I’d like to have a few of my contacts back you up.”

“Hell, yeah,” Butcher whoops. “Please tell me you’re calling in Marcum and Xavier LeBlanc.”

“Good call,” Wrecker replies, nodding his head in approval.

“Wait!” Brick shouts. “Aren’t these the two you warned us about not too long ago? I’m not sure they are the best men for this job.”

I’m actually looking forward to meeting the two men who take no prisoners when there’s an injustice they’re aware of, and when they find out it’s a woman and kids? I suspect heads are gonna roll.

“This is the only way I can guarantee that nothing will happen to your dad,” Dragon advises. “They're a little off hinge, but nobody is as protective as they are when it comes to family and friends. And I have a feeling if anyone can stand up to them and have them toe the line, it'd be RiffRaff.”

“Or he’ll join them, and we’ll be bailing all three out of jail,” Butcher helpfully adds.

Pssh, as if I’d ever be caught, for fuck’s sake! It’s time to have a come to Jesus meeting with my son.

“Not helping,” Dragon hisses as he nails Butcher with a ‘shut the fuck up’ look.

“Look at Brick,” Butcher chuckles. “He looks like he’s having a Jesus take the wheel moment.”

“Naw, that’s his I’m about to shit a brick look,” Butcher helpfully adds. Brick shakes his head and walks out of the room.

“I guess he needs a minute,” I guffaw. “If things don’t go his way, he puts himself in timeout.”

“Life around here is going to be fun,” Dragon huffs. “Nobody goes anywhere or makes any moves without my say-so. Got it?”

Everyone left in the room nods their heads as Dragon follows Brick out of the room. Shrugging, I get up to go find Brick. It’s time for us to talk and for him to stop tiptoeing around my ass.

CHAPTER EIGHT

RiffRaff

“Brick, we need to talk,”I tell him as I walk over to the bar to where they’re sitting. “Let’s go into your office.”

“Pops, not in the mood right now.”

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